Adam and I exchanged a quick glance. He smiled, so I knew he’d be on board with what I was about to suggest.
“Actually, I’m the manager of Lusitana. Adam’s parents own it. I’m sure you can score a place at the chef’s table.” I winked and said, “I’ll just need to make a call as soon as my fingers aren’t covered in chocolate.”
Adam took my hand and brought it up to his mouth, licking off every bit of chocolate. My cock hardened as my mind took me to this morning’s events.
“Adam.” I tried to sound indignant, but it came out all croaky.
“Now you can make the call.” He shrugged.
My chin practically hit the floor. I couldn’t even look at David and Joel. All of a sudden, they started laughing.
“Score us that table, and over dinner, we’ll tell you how David went viral with his chocolate salami class on social media.” Joelbit his lip as David managed to visibly blush, even with his tan skin.
I took my phone out and called Fir to set a table for four in the kitchen. It was something we did for special guests on occasion.
“Okay, back to the class,” David said.
He taught us how to roll the cookie-and-chocolate mix into a sausage shape using two sheets of grease-proof paper.
“Looks perfect,” David proclaimed. “It needs to set in the fridge for a few hours, ideally overnight. We have a gift for you.” He presented us with a custom cool box, its sides adorned with intricate patterns reminiscent of Portuguese tiles. “For your chocolate salami, to enjoy later.”
“Thank you,” I said. “This is very generous.”
“The pleasure is all mine. There are a lot of things I don’t get to do anymore. Between book tours and cooking shows, I miss connecting with people. I started off in my mom’s café. She taught me everything I know. One of my favorite things is cooking for other people,” David said.
“River,” Adam said softly, once David and Joel were preoccupied with their daughter, who’d fallen asleep in her dad’s arms. “Thank you for this. It’s been so much fun.”
“And now I know how you learned to lick and suck so well,” I teased.
He grabbed my hand and whispered intently, “Remember what you promised earlier.”
26
ADAM
We stumbled into River’s place, our lips locked in a desperate dance of tongues and warm breath. My hands roamed his body with a need I couldn’t recall ever possessing, greedily pulling him closer. Each caress from him ignited a fire that had been smoldering since this morning when he’d worshipped my ass like it was the best meal he’d ever had.
“Adam,” he murmured between kisses. His hands were just as eager, exploring my back and slipping beneath my shirt to trace the skin he found there.
All day, I’d thought about the way he’d rimmed me, the way my body sang with pleasure, and the anticipation from his promise to let me bottom for him.
We left a trail of discarded clothes on our way to the bedroom.
“River,” I gasped when we finally broke apart for air, my voice raspy with desire. “I haven’t stopped thinking about, about…you know.”
“I need words, Adam.”
“And I need you to fuck me, River.” There, I said it.
His eyes, framed by dark lashes, met mine. “Are you sure?” His voice was soft yet firm.
“More than anything,” I whispered, and it was true. I’d done my research. I knew it would hurt, and that scared me, mostly because I was afraid that, in the end, I wouldn’t be able to do it. At the same time, I knew nothing had ever felt more right than being with River, surrendering to the pull I suspected had always existed between us but I’d been blind to.
“Get on the bed and hold your legs up to your chest,” he commanded.
I practically jumped on it, my hard cock slapping against my heated skin. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”
My heart hammered as he lowered himself to me, going straight for the kill. I cried in pleasure when he ran his tongue from my hole all the way up to the head of my cock. When he sucked it to the back of his throat, I almost jumped off the bed.
